Today, I realized that building dreams is like folding paper boats. I did three and it took me less than 5 minutes to make them. Now am wondering… How long does it take to create a real one? How about a restaurant?
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Hangover
Dear you,
It has been a long time since you last bumped into me. I know you'd pay me a visit as soon as I wake up four hours from now. I only have one request: Please don't be too harsh on me as I will cook in class. Oh my.. Something's wrong with my ears. I can't hear a thing right now. And the back of my head is going boom boom. I've to end this up.
Me
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Hey, J-j-Jaded!
I know you’re tired. I can see the lines on your face grow deeper each day. Your hands, no longer supple; your skin, no longer radiant. And though fatigue consumes you each and every time our world collapses, you still manage to look composed, flash a genuine smile, so that our minds will be free of worries. You know you’re tired and no cosmetic product or procedure can conceal that fact. But to me, at the end of the day, when you’re all drained and ugly, that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
An Opinion on Yna's "Reality"
Even if we try to dodge what hurts, and what is real, at the end of the day, we still come to a realization that we can never get ourselves to the end of the tunnel without facing what we fear. And escaping the truth isn't really escaping. Because it is and will always be a part of what is true. So its a vicious cycle: escaping and finding yourself trapped once again.
P.S.
Escape worlds will never be free of drama
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This Thing I Call Passion
Although there’s a great chance this whole physical and mental stress on my shoulders will get me tied up to a hospital bed two or three months from now, I still think entering the culinary world is one hell of a move as far as my career is concerned. And although I nearly call myself a robot for working like one, am pretty certain the clockwork will help me get there.
It’s huge a vision, I know. But seeing the exact opposite will only make me miss the whole point of this career makeover. So yes, I guess I’d continue doing myself a massive favor of keeping a positive attitude towards this thing I call, passion.
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